Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  As the clamps put pressure on my nipples, Simon kissed my neck like he knew I loved, and reached a hand down between my thighs. I opened my legs to assist his progress, and he rewarded me by putting a finger up my aching pussy. I moaned loudly in both pleasure and relief.

  It felt so good, particularly after the discomfort I’d been feeling for so long, the ache of wanting to feel him touch me and not being able to have it happen. Without thinking, I took hold of his arm, urging him on.

  Technically, he could have slapped me, or worse. I’d touched him without permission, and I had a feeling that wasn’t allowed in this type of game we were playing. But Simon was a gentle master and let my infraction slide.

  I wanted to hold on longer, to make it last, but I was no match for his talented fingers working my clit and pussy lips and before I wanted to, I was shaking violently, cumming all over his hand, Simon definitely hitting my g-spot as well as my clit while he was in there.

  He held me close as I trembled against him, his strong arm around me holding me upright, his hand still stroking my tingling pussy as I came down. It seemed odd but from what I could tell, while the stimulation in my pussy helped take off the edge of the pain from the nipple clamps, the sensation from the cramps helped to intensify the feeling in my pussy and therefore also my orgasm.

  He clearly knew a lot more about the female anatomy than I did, I thought, a bit embarrassed.

  “Are you still okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, master,” I whispered, wanting him to keep going.

  “Good,” he said with a warm smile, “because I would like more dessert.”

  Before I could ask what he meant, Simon had me sitting down, clamped nipples and all, on the edge of the fine table, near the plate holding the rest of my piece of pie.

  Under his gentle guidance, he lay me back across the table, my heels pressing down on the edge. Taking up the seat I’d been in, he eased my legs apart.

  Stroking my inner thigh, Simon reached over with his other hand, taking up a handful of still warm pie and smearing it on my pussy. I hummed at the lovely feeling, not thinking at all about what the sugar might do to my pussy.

  Cleaning off his hand, so he could hold both my thighs at once, Simon dug in, so to speak, licking every last smear of sweet blue goodness from my pussy. It was both the funniest and most exciting thing I’d done in my life up to that point. My body was trembling with pleasure.

  Before I really knew what was happening, Simon had me off the table and was cradling me on his lap, gently removing the nipple clips and putting them back in the box. Leaving the box on the table, along with everything else, Simon scooped me up into his arms and carried me up to his bedroom.

  My heart was pounding with each step up to the second level.

  Was it actually going to happen?

  Was this gentle, sexy man going to take my virginity?

  I gulped audibly when I saw the bed, all of it suddenly becoming very real.

  To my surprise, he put me down on my side. I wondered if he might try fucking me in the ass. It was something I was up for if he wanted to do it, but it wasn’t how I quite imagined it going for my very first time.

  I heard a drawer open and could tell that he was taking something out of it.

  A condom?

  A vibrator?

  A butt plug?

  Nope.

  I wouldn’t know what it was for a while but what I did know was that my man had a plan.

  The first strike was wonderfully gentle. An upward stroke with his hand slightly cupped, feeling more like a quick grope. He focused his attentions on my left ass cheek, it being all he had access to.

  I had the feeling he would have put me on my belly but didn’t want to aggravate my already throbbing nipples, again knowing what was good for me better than I did.

  The strikes got harsher from there, alternating between brutal to slightly less so, my master pausing every so often to stretch out my asshole, which made me moan with pleasure because it felt so damn good.

  Eventually, he eased me onto my front, giving the same treatment to my other cheek, causing similar moans of pleasure and pain to arise from me, to the point that it was hard to tell the difference.

  “Did you like it?” he asked, stroking my reddened ass.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Good. I’m sorry I didn’t ask. I needed to be sure.”

  “Sure of what, Master?” I asked.

  “That you could take real pain. The clamps and hard spanking. This is still pretty light but I’m glad you could handle it. I want you to be my pet, but I had to make sure you were okay with it first.”

  “I can take it, Master,” I assured him. “Anything you want, I’m yours.”

  “Good to know,” he said, giving my ass a gentle squeeze, making me moan as opposed to blush.

  I though it would likely still be a while before I completely got over my hang-up about my ass, but Simon was certainly helping me along the way.

  He’d gotten lotion from the drawer. A really nice, cool formulation that felt like heaven as he smoothed it onto my spanked ass. I could feel my whole body relax, as he stroked it on, making me hum with contentment.

  My eyelids starting to feel very heavy indeed and I was happy with what he had just done to me.

  In fact, I wanted even more.

  Chapter Eighteen - Simon

  There was a warm weight beside me. It was an odd sensation but not in an unpleasant way.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up beside someone. Certainly, never a pet. The closest any of them ever got was sleeping on a mat beside the bed. Yet, there Skye was, snuggled in under the sheets, so close I could feel her.

  We were spooning, Skye in the front, which really was the only practical way for us to do it. I stroked my hand over her belly, just to make sure it was all real, such a circumstance far too wonderful for me to quite believe. At least not right away.

  Skye hummed, roused by the contact and turned in my embrace, wrapping her arms around me.

  I gasped softly at the sensation. It was by far the most intimate thing I’d ever done with another person, sex notwithstanding, or really standing a chance in the competition. I could feel her heartbeat against me.

  It was beating in time with mine. Our bodies and lives were falling into synch. I’d never used the word before, not even in my own head, but I was fairly sure that I loved her. Or at least that I was falling in love with her.

  Brushing away her fallen bangs, the majority of her hair still in a sensible ponytail, I kissed her forehead. Moving my way down over her eyelids and cheeks, I made it to her lips, smooching and stroking until Skye came back to conscious reality.

  My little darling did her best to keep up with what I was doing to her. She actually did admirably well, considering her lack of experience. Right up until I put my tongue in her mouth. Then it was a bit more of a struggle for her to keep up. At least because I was so impassioned, which I took complete responsibility for.

  I slowed down a bit, so that she could keep up, and we shared a long period of bliss, our tongues meeting in erotic abandon.

  I caressed my hands down her lovely body, taking hold of both her breasts and squeezing. I didn’t do it hard enough to hurt, as I was quite aware of how breasts could be in terms of pain receptors. The squeeze was just enough to make her feel it, bringing a moan up out of her.

  Keeping up the gentle kissing, I messaged Skye’s big, beautiful tits until she looked like she looked close to coming. I’d heard of women who could cum from breast play alone but I never thought I would encounter one. I eased up on her, still having a lot more I wanted to do.

  We were back to kissing exclusively when I noticed something was amiss. There was an unusual movement in Skye’s lower regions. Compelled by the spirit of discovery, I broke the kiss and threw the blankets off of us.

  Skye froze, her breath actually stopping in her throat in an adorab
le gasp as I caught her with her hand in the honey pot.

  “Naughty girl,” I said, trying to sound as if I was scolding her, when really, I loved what I had made her to do herself.

  “I’m sorry, Master. I got so horny,” my sweet little pet said, in a small voice.

  “That’s still no excuse. If you need release, you tell me, understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I’m going to have to punish you,” I said, semi-regretfully.

  “Okay.”

  “Turn over,” I ordered her.

  My darling little pet obeyed me, turning over onto her belly, presenting her ass to me. I knew I should have been business-like and should have focused on the punishment. But her sweet, round, firm ass was just so tempting I couldn’t help myself.

  Despite my insistence on self-sufficiency, I also couldn’t help but agree with Oscar Wilde. I could resist anything except temptation.

  I tried to keep up appearances, at least making the gropes nice and hard, but still not enough to make her scream like a spanking when I meant it. Her ass felt so good I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop and get on with the punishment part of the punishment.

  Skye moaned and squirmed in my grasp, more than happy for me to continue with what was happening. She seemed to want me to dole out punishment to her.

  Curious, I dropped a hand down between her legs and felt her pussy. She was very wet, and more than ready for some downstairs action. I made her wait, considering it part of her punishment. Even though I planned to take care of her later.

  Managing to pry my hand from the groping position, I landed a slap on her ass. It was a bit harder than I meant it to be, my bright red handprint rising on her skin. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had sulked, but my brave little pet yelped only once before going quiet.

  I gave her a bit of a stroke and then struck again on her other cheek, flat-handed but not as hard, using an upward stroke instead of down. She gasped from the pain, but no handprint was left on her ass cheek this time.

  Landing several more similar, moderate blows, I started mixing them in with a good stretching of her ass hole, to warm her up for what I planned to do with her in the future— one of the many things on my list. First, I was gentle but then I got harder. Not enough to hurt her but enough to make her feel it.

  It was part of the punishment that I was giving her. As well as testing her limits. If she was able to take enough stretching without serious pain, it would be an indicator of her ability to eventually take my cock in her ass. To my delight, she passed with flying colors.

  I went back to stoking and squeezing, Skye visibly relaxing as I did so. I was proud of her for taking her punishment without much reaction or complaint. Keeping a hand on her ass, kneading the redder flesh, I opened the drawer again and got out the lotion. It was a soothing formula involving aloe and other soft, lovely things.

  Skye gasped as I stroked her, massaging the lotion into her assailed skin, paying particular attention to the slowly fading handprint. I could actually smell her excitement, gentle and sweet as I massaged her.

  I didn’t want to make her suffer anymore. Finishing up with the lotion, I wiped the excess off my hands with wet wipes and replaced it with some water-based lube.

  She perked up immediately as I stroked the outside of her pussy. Pressing down lightly on the small of her back, I slipped two fingers inside her. Skye subtly pushed down against me. Finding her g-spot fairly easily, I fingered her until she screamed with ecstasy.

  I started pounding my fingers inside her, rubbing her clit and g-spot at roughly the same time until she was cumming all over the place. Stroking her delicate pussy lips, I kissed the back of her neck as she came down, letting her know she was forgiven. I was even more sure now that she was the one.

  Scooping her up into my arms, I carried my little pet into the attached bathroom. It was still early and we both needed a shower.

  “That good?” I asked, as the water pounded into the tub from the faucet.

  I usually showered pretty cold, but wanted Skye to be comfortable if she was going to be sharing tile space with me.

  “Yes, Master,” she said, pulling her hand back from under the flow.

  Pressing the lever, I picked her up again, and we got under the spray. Skye stayed pushed against me, even when I put her down. She left her arms around my neck.

  Gently turning her around, I kept my arms around her as I washed her all over, particularly her pussy and asshole, getting her squeaky clean. Which still didn’t feel quite as intimate as when I washed her hair, Skye giving herself over to me in every case.

  I felt utterly in love, and knew I couldn’t escape it at this point even if I tried, which I had no intention of doing.

  Chapter Nineteen - Skye

  The drive back to my place was pretty quiet. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but rather it was one born of an inability to find anything to say.

  I figured that the silence was the quiet of a pet knowing her place, and her master with no orders at the moment. When we were together, outside of work at least, I spoke when spoken to, or to ask or give permission for a particular activity. It was put to my master whether we conversed or not. And I liked it like that.

  Without a word, I got out of his car after it parked in front of my rental. Simon put a hand on my back to indicate that I should wait.

  Not moving an inch once on the sidewalk, Simon joined me, taking my hand. Since we were from anyone who knew us, most of the other employees living on the island, we were free to be as affectionate and open as we wanted to be.

  Leading me up the stairs, Simon reasserted his authority, once again remaining in completely control of my body and will. He could have done anything to me, and I would have accepted it. But what he opted to do both surprised and pleased me.

  Taking me up to my room, he stopped in the middle of the floor, halfway between the bed and the closet. I wasn’t quite sure which one I wanted more, figuring out pretty quickly what he would do in the closet.

  Opting for the closet option, followed closely by the dresser, my master chose an outfit for me, laying it out on the bed piece by piece. He had already dressed me in what I’d been wearing the night before and had done up my hair before we left his house.

  With gentle and surprisingly expert hands, he had me back out of my clothes in no time. I felt no shame being naked in front of him. If anything, I was coming to enjoy it, which surprised me a little, since I had always been rather self-conscious.

  It didn’t last, though. My master quickly dressed me again in the clothes of his choosing like I was his very own doll. He also let down and rebranded my hair in a style more fitting my new outfit. I didn’t know how he did it but somehow Simon had found clothes among the mess of my wardrobe that made me look better than anything I’d ever managed.

  I looked great, while still able to be warm and I couldn’t help but smile.

  Taking my hand once again, he brought me back out to his car, apparently wanting to drive me somewhere.

  When we arrived at our previously unknown, at least to me, destination, the restaurant was small in a cozy way. It was the sort of place I’d heard about but had never really been to. Simon was just full of surprises.

  He insisted on sitting on the other side of the table despite how much I wanted him near me. He was willing to compromise, however, and kept a hand on my knee under the able the entire time. The tables all had traditional white linen tablecloths so no one was any the wiser.

  Again, things were pretty quiet. Simon held to a stoic pattern I didn’t dare disrupt, no matter how much the need to speak burned in me. Still, I was a good girl and kept quiet, waiting for may master to speak first.

  “How is the manuscript going?” he asked, making me happy that he had asked that question.

  “It’s done. I did the analysis and everything. I brought it to your office, but you weren’t there. I would have given it to yo
u last night but, gosh, this is going to sound silly. I dind’t give it to you last night because you didn’t ask for it.”

  “Fair enough,” he said, taking another sip of his black coffee, “as we were somewhat preoccupied, after all.”

  I could feel it as the heat rose to my face, though in that case it wasn’t a blush of embarrassment. It was a blush of arousal and desire, as I remembered what my gentle master had done to me and thought about what else I wanted him to do.

  “I have it if you want it.”

  I flinched, ready if he was angry at me for speaking out of turn. Instead, he put a hand on mine, gently stroking the back of it with his thumb to let me know that everything was okay.

  I counted myself lucky for having such a gentle and understanding master. He still had his rules and gave out punishments, but only when they were really needed.

  “Sure, let’s see,” he said.

  His gaze was so intense I had to look away. It felt like he might hypnotize me if I didn’t.

  Not that he had to resort to such cheap tricks to get me to comply with his wishes. All he had to do was ask.

  As quickly as possible, I got the document from my case and put it on the table between us. Keeping one of his hands on my knee, Simon flipped through my report with the other. His skills with both hands were rather impressive.

  “Brilliant,” he mused aloud to himself.

  My heart fluttered at his high praise, not only because of his role as my master but also because of his status as one the most successful editors in the business.

  “I’d love to see you write fiction.”

  “I do,” I blurted.

  His eyes raised to me and I could almost feel my heart stop. Not because he looked angry, far from it. His gaze carried such luminescence as to scarcely seem human.

  “Do you, now?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, averting my gaze down to the table.

  “I’d like to read some.”